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About John Biscello

Originally from Brooklyn, NY, writer, poet, performer, and playwright, John Biscello, has lived in the high-desert grunge-wonderland of Taos, New Mexico since 2001. He is the author of four novels, Broken Land, a Brooklyn Tale, Raking the Dust, Nocturne Variations, and No Man’s Brooklyn; a collection of stories, Freeze Tag, two poetry collections, Arclight and Moonglow on Mercy Street; and a fable, The Jackdaw and the Doll, illustrated by Izumi Yokoyama. He also adapted classic fables, which were paired with the vintage illustrations of artist, Paul Bransom, for the collection: Once Upon a Time, Classic Fables Reimagined. His produced, full-length plays include: LOBSTERS ON ICE, ADAGIO FOR STRAYS, THE BEST MEDICINE, ZEITGEIST, U.S.A., and WEREWOLVES DON’T WALTZ.

Laurel and Hardy

Genius, in trespassing, has its necessary fools– Supreme gag order.

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Lana Del Rey

Lush, red, reposing to give Nostalgia its due– Stars wear ghosts for you.

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Lady Clare

Forlorn, as if the lake rose to meet the moon halfway, as if light on petals, mourned.

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Gold

Vertigo in gold, soul baited aloft, unmoored– sleep rounded with dreams.

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Jack Kerouac

The sea of white noise fathoming secret wavelengths– scribe tuned to angels.

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Kenko

Idleness transcribed, reaping calm in the storm’s eye– monk’s vane for climate.

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Franz Kafka

Anxiety’s veil, torn to shreds in the ether– abyss staring back.

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Henry and June

Regarding Henry, he made of our wreckage, fuel– June burned in the fire.

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James Joyce

Volumes of silence bearing the heft of language– Exile’s homecoming.

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Jean Rhys

Wired for night-walks, she stalked words with feline poise– Good morning, midnight.    

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